Osprey

Osprey is back
I think they are nesting
in the swamp behind the pond
the wind carries their bird cries
early in the morning and late at night
tonight, one flew over me in a lazy circle
landing in the tree where I could see him
I felt if I could close my eyes
I would see Rick with outstretched hand
his wish to be a falconer
and now he is the falcon
no boundaries to hold him here
except my aching heart
my waking hours spent in our work
dream time is replaying
how we met
grew in our love
vanquishing demons along the way
I thank God in my dark times
for giving me the time and grace
and most of all Rick Page